whispers
lingering on lips like forgotten kisses
he
was a never ending story
a fairy tale
told to unimaginative hearts
everyone
said he was just a dreamer
spending his days
sitting on the dock of the bay
catching quiet hearts
just for the conquest
then throwing them back
because they were broken
he wanted to love
but he was afraid of falling
tripping over his own self worth
fearing that she
wouldnt catch what was left of his heart
so every night
he would soak up the courage
to pour his heart into her soul
but by day break
his will was broken
beat up
by the bully in his mind
for believing that she would ever love him
so at sunrise
he was silent
never saying what was wrapped in his soul
he was playful
but only with his own emotions
hoping she would see past his past
he was never her type
but love never had a type
love was love
and he would rather be trapped in it
with her
silently
wrapped in her whispers
listening to whatever lingered on her lips
like forgotten kisses
so every morning
silently
he would say her name
place it in his prayer
right before he would say amen
knowing that god
could hear the silence of his heart
until he found the courage to say it out loud
(paulwroteit/copyright 2014)
